This Is What It Is

Well It turns out You where in no need of a heart You’ve figured out where it was out to trout You’ve whacked with worthless weeds of gay But Cloud Nine is Too Hazy, isn’t it? All these “unnecessary questions” you say- But let me tell you this: You didn’t foil my heart You didn’t craft a circle of maze So I shall catch a “phase” You didn’t cause unbearable pain In which I crouch in my corner And let it take me faraway From sane You didn’t race the rains Or give the skies a falling grey Responsible for the dead trees in My Garden? I think not No, Dear: You just educated me From unwarranted Love